Date: 31 Oct 2000 22:49:56 -0000
From: Cristina
Subject: realizations
DISCLAIMER: This story is half fact, half fiction. If you're under 18
(blah) or have problems with same sex relationships (blah) leave now.
Start
I had known Dominique since we were five. We have always been
friends, but didn't clique as best friends until our freshmen year in high
school. I'm still not exactly sure why that is. From then on through the
following year things became extemely complicated for the both of us.
At first I dismissed any subjective thoughts that would eventually
lead me to the conclusion that I might be gay. But after five months I had
to accept the fact that I had fallen in love with my best friend. By then
we had become superclose and knew pretty much everything about each other.
Therefore, I knew I had to tell her. But, I was so scared of losing the
best friend I've ever had. I shouldn't have been for two reasons... One:
How well she took it and Two: Daniel.
Daniel is my extremely straight friend with homosexual tendencies. He
has an incredible fashion sense and dies his hair once a week. (His choice
of words not mine.) His one drawback is the fact that his relationships
can't last as long as his hair color. I swear everytime I turn around he's
making out with another guy. Dominique is well informed of his activities
and doesn't have a problem with it. However, Dominique is also the only
hard-core-straight member of our little group.
This is where the complicated part comes in. I've heard that
straight/gay relationships don't work. So, I decided that it wasn't worth
the risk of losing a friend to test this theory. Anyways, I was glad that
she still wanted to best friends. She didn't know that I was in love with
her either (or at least I thought she didn't). I assure you, I made sure
she knows now. But, enough with the background...
A year later
Currently Dominique is trying on bras while I'm on the phone with her.
God she's such a tease. I told you it was complicated. Black with purple
flowers. Moving on to underwear.
"Dominique, I told you you wouldn't be needing those."
"Harmony!"
"What? If you can tease, I can dream."
"No more sleepovers for you. Bad homosexual."
"Hey now, you're the one that can't keep your clothes on while you're on
the phone with me! Besides you know I'm only half lesbian. I still
haven't figured out what you are, yet. I think it would be a nice
experiment."
"Ouch, I was just messing with you." She had to say that so innocently!
"I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean it."
"It's ok."
"So, what are you doing this weekend?" I said with only a slight hint of
seduction.
"Coming over to your house, if that's ok with you."
"Sounds like a plan to me." 'Who's seducing who' I wondered.
"I guess I'll talk to you later. Love you."
"Bye. Love you too." I said laughingly knowing what she meant.
As I hung up the phone I suddenly became aware of peculiar noises
coming from a bedroom across the hall. 'God the boy can't get enough dick'
I thought as I wondered who the next in line was. Just then the door flew
open leaving two dumbfounded blondes on their naked asses. Matt and Daniel
who would have guessed? Looks like Matt likes to play rough on and off the
field. I guess Danny boy had to eventually result to taking the rest of
the football team for a 'test drive'. As he would so nicely put it. I
just wonder what he's gonna do when he runs out of football players to
screw.
They continued groping each other leaving me unnoticed. Both looking
very sober. 'That's a first' I thought. I grabbed one of the books off
the counter and let it fall to the floor. The sudden "smack" diverted
their attention long enough to notice their audience.
"God, get a room. It's not like they're are other people in this house
or anything."
"Do I detect a subtle hint of jealousy?"
"Maybe, but that's beside the point. What if we had company? What would
you and your boy toy have done then?"
"Introduce ourselves to the added audience. Seriously though you have
got to get over Dominique."
"If only it were that easy."
Hope you liked it. More to come later.
P.S: E-mail Daniel at dspice2003@yahoo.com. Yes, he is the sad, but true
part of the story. Or lemme know what you think at genx002@candies.com.